2052, Thirty Years Of Sleep

As soon as these words came out, the whole room fell silent.

Amir, who stood behind Constantine from beginning to end, had wide eyes and an expression on his face that was both angry and confused.

Isn't it obvious enough that the original divine envoy hinted? He wants you to become the new divine envoy, and he is paving the way for you! Why do you still only think about your own country? Can the situation be opened up a little, so that we can directly fight for the destiny of all mankind?

The expression on Constantine's face changed slightly, and he just asked softly: "Why?"

"You also said that the world needs a strong leader now."

Yan Muyun grinned: "Leaving the disposal of the barren land to China has many benefits. It will not only allow us to obtain more information about the Shengyao Order, but also help us establish a better prestige internationally. In addition, In addition, you can also take this opportunity to ease relations with the Chinese authorities, strengthen cooperation, and join together to form a more united and powerful force, right?"

"What you said makes sense." Constantine raised his brows slightly and nodded with some recognition: "But I still need to think about it."

"No problem. It's entirely your and the other divine envoys' credit for catching the Desolate Bishop. You can do whatever you want with him." Yan Muyun chuckled.

It's not that he doesn't understand Constantine's intention, but he really doesn't want to accept such a "big gift" like this.

Regardless of whether he is ready to take on such a huge responsibility, the power contained in this gift is too great and too complicated.

If Yan Muyun is really passionate and wants to become the so-called hero of the world, it means that he will basically be completely tied to Constantine for the rest of his life.

His glorious image, all the praise he has received, and even his own strength will be placed under an invisible yoke. The person holding the other end of the chain is the "god" whose existence he still doubts, or Constantine.

In the eyes of the world, he will always be the executor of "gods" will in the world.

And if one day he doubts or even disobeys the will of the "gods", I am afraid that without Constantine taking action, the angry world will kill him and everything he cares about in the name of "white-eyed wolf" and "Judas". Into the endless darkness.

Moreover, Yan Muyun believed that he was not a saint. At the price of putting a label on his face, he could get what many people dreamed of. After tasting enough sweetness, he did not think that he would have the courage or determination to tear off that thing in the future. label, and then do what you truly believe is right.

In this case, it would be better not to attach it in the first place.

"Actually, if we count our ages, we are almost the same age. You are so good to me, and I can't even call you "brother". How about I call you Brother Sheng from now on? "

Yan Muyun ignored Amir who was about to turn the color of an eggplant with anger, and approached Constantine with a smile:

"Brother, what is the third gift you prepared for me?"

...

Area 0 of the Ark, next to an outdoor swimming pool on the cruise ship.

Wearing a red bikini, Elizabeth lay lazily on a beach chair, gently shaking a glass of turquoise wine in her hand, and the sound of the ice cubes clashing inside was clear and sweet.

Next to him, Roy was wearing a black one-piece swimsuit with a white sun protection jacket on his upper body, revealing a pair of long, slender, round legs with graceful lines underneath. She sat there in a daze, without saying a word, her beautiful eyebrows slightly wrinkled, and her eyes looking forward with some confusion.

Elizabeth turned sideways, supported her head with her hands, and asked with a smile: "Are you worried?"

Roy came back to his senses and smiled politely, but didn't say much.

Elizabeth was indeed unwilling to give up, and her blue eyes were still staring at her with interest: "What is there to worry about? Are you doubting the ability of the 'Lord'?"

"I didn't." Roy responded immediately, almost subconsciously.

"You're so cute." However, Elizabeth smiled: "It's abnormal not to worry about this kind of thing. I can understand it."

A complicated look flashed across Roy's face, and he sighed: "Thank you."

Just then, Elizabeth's phone rang.

After a few seconds, she sat up from the beach chair and her expression became slightly serious: "Okay, I understand."

Elizabeth put down her phone and turned to look at the restless Roy next to her: "Your friend is here too, do you want to meet him?"

"Friend?" Roy was slightly startled.

Elizabeth narrowed her eyes slightly, with a hint of playfulness in her smile: "Believe me, you will be very willing to witness that moment with him."

...

Cruise ship restaurant area.

Yan Muyun sat at the table and with some difficulty picked up a piece of crystal white and tender crab leg meat with his fork, put it into his mouth and took a bite. The sweet and delicious taste made him raise his eyebrows slightly.

These were the crab legs of top-quality king crabs. In the past, he had only eaten them after watching bloggers on the video website, but now these crab legs were placed on a long buffet table not far away as if they were free of charge.

This restaurant can accommodate nearly a thousand people, but now there is no customer except him.

More than a dozen chefs and beautiful waiters with different skin tones, making delicacies from various countries, are standing behind him. As long as he raises his hand, they will ask him with the gentlest smile and the sweetest voice. needs.

After eating the crab legs, Yan Muyun raised his hand.

The two waiters stepped forward at the same time, and the taller one bowed slightly, as if listening.

"Is there any rice? If you don't eat, you always feel like something is missing." Yan Muyun thought for a while and added: "If possible, I can have another twice-cooked pork. That goes with the rice. Thank you."

"No problem, sir." The taller waiter left.

Another waiter stepped forward: "Sir, do you need anything else?"

"Get me a glass of iced Coke, sugar-free, thank you." Yan Muyun said a little cautiously.

After the waiter trotted away, he felt someone else coming up behind him.

"Sir, what else do you need?"

"No, thank you." Yan Muyun waved his hand.

"Is it really unnecessary?"

Yan Muyun blinked and suddenly felt that the voice sounded familiar. When he looked back, he saw that strange yet familiar pretty face looking at him with a smile.

"Cherish... Roy?" He was a little stunned.

"Actually, I don't need to keep wearing a mask here." Zhang Xixue reached out and fumbled around her ears, and soon peeled off a thin piece of human skin.

When the other party sat down in front of him, Yan Muyun frowned slightly and asked, "Are you the third gift that Brother Kang mentioned?"

"What third gift?" Zhang Xixue was a little confused.

"No, I'm just thinking, don't worry..." Yan Muyun coughed twice: "So, why are you here?"

If Zhang Xixue had just stayed at Ark like before, he would not have asked too many questions even though he was curious. But this is Area 0 of the Ark. It can be said to be the private territory of Sea Lord Meredith. Except for Constantine and other divine envoys, there will never be any other irrelevant personnel.

Zhang Xixue didn't know what she was thinking of, and her eyes softened when she looked at him: "You will know soon."

Yan Muyun, who had just climbed out of another woman's bed in the morning, felt a little uncomfortable and subconsciously touched his nose: "...Oh."

"By the way, someone asked me to give this to you."

Zhang Xixue said, placing a yellow kraft paper bag on the table and pushing it forward: "I don't know what's in it, but she said it's very important to you."

Yan Muyun frowned slightly. It was rare to see paper portfolios in this era, and the information inside seemed to be quite heavy.